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Sunday, May 29, 2005

Who let the demons out? 


The fabulously talented Gena Showalter lays out and slays a few demons of her own ...

Some days it seems like everything that can go wrong, does. Case in point. I wake up one morning. I stretch, I smile, I happily drink my vanilla, white chocolate latte. The sun is shining, and the air is laden with summer scents. How wonderful this day is, I think.



Yeah. I should have known at that point I was destined to travel to the fiery depths of hell at warp speed. Maybe even molecular transfer. Just boom, all systems fried. However, I’m happy to say I learned a few important lessons from my visit with the Prince of Darkness. It’s now my pleasure to share them with you.



Do not try to get to that last gulp of your latte by opening the lid and chugging. You will spill what’s left down your favorite shirt.



Do not open the front door (while you’re in mid-shirt change) because someone impatiently rings your door bell and you assume it’s your husband (who has probably forgotten something – again!) since he only just left. Do tell your dad hi, though, before slamming the door in his face.



Do not ask your new neighbor when her baby is due. She probably isn’t pregnant.



Do not leave your house to buy a chocolate cake (to drown your sorrows) and lock your keys in your car. I think it goes without saying that you shouldn’t leave your cell phone at home.



And finally, do not allow your husband to take you out to dinner later so you can forget the day ever happened only to leave the restroom with, you guessed it, a line of toilet paper streaming behind your shoe.



If these tips save anyone from making a huge fool of themselves, or save anyone from agonizing pain, well, it still wasn’t worth it for me.

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Gena Showalter is the author of Awaken Me Darkly, a darkly seductive alien huntress book on sale now! Visit her website at www.genashowalter.com



10 Comments:
Or picking up the coffee from Starbucks, only to find yourself holding the lid ... with the coffee all over yourself.

Or this one, which happened years ago, but still lives in my memory: My husband had driven me to work, and I put my venti nonfat latte on the roof of the car as I bent back in to gather my stuff from the floorboard. Apparently, that curved roof was just a little too curved. ACK! I was suddenly drenched -- hair, suit, shoes, the works -- with coffee and steamed milk. Needless to say, I was half an hour late for that morning's deposition. Ugh!!!

And, when you tell the terribly dramatic story about how you pulled your pants up after using the bookstore restroom, your cell phone fell out of your pocket and into the not-quite-completely-flushed toilet...leave out the part about screaming "NOOOOO!!" and shoving your hand into the toilet in an attempt to grab the quickly disappearing phone. Because no one ever remembers the horror of dropping your PRECIOUS cell phone in the toilet. They always fixate on the second part and can only say, "You stuck your hand in a PUBLIC TOILET!?!?" All sympathy about your plight is gone. Sigh.
Shannon

Oh, ladies. Now I don't feel so bad LOL. (is it mean that I think your trials are hilarious -- but my own are horrible :)

Yes, but .... SHE STUCK HER HAND IN A PUBLIC TOILET :)

I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I would have done the same thing :) Without hesitation. Then I would have strolled out of that bathroom (whistling) and patted several people on the cheeks...I'm a firm believer in taking others down with me.

SEE?!! No one ever sympathizes with losing my poor phone...which, by the way, was soggy, without it's battery (which is probably electrocuting some watershed fish somewhere), and had to be replaced. Sigh. And, I even bought Julie's book yesterday. I may have to put it at the bottom of the TBR pile. NOT. :-)


Oh, and Gena, I read about the "ass kissing" thing this morning, and it was all I could do not to go drag my daughter out of bed so I could check the book she probably slept with under her pillow last night. I finally found it at Borders and bought it, and she was still up at 11:00 p.m. last night (WAAYYYY past bedtime) with her nose in it. :-)

Shannon

I knew I loved your daughter, Shannon, but this just confirms it :)

Shannon!! NOOOO! I take it back! Really!!!!

Well, okay, Julie...since you begged nicely. ;-)

Shannon

kisses!





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